The sweepers work
Hard under the sun
Burning hot on skin
They labour it on
Work hard for their labour
Energy full in the day
The honest work to live
The right way
They will not worry
About police knocking doors
They have nothing much to declare
They are the sweepers
Only rain they take a break
Under shelters where they can find
No special treatment but their own
Living the honest way
Unlike VIP criminals
They can't live in prison
They will find ways to leave
Pardon Board is the way
With connections and favours
They will try to pull strings
The dishonesty through the systems
The granting of wishes
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